The Culprit Fay

The Culprit Fay

by Joseph Rodman Drake

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First published 1836.

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ISBN-13: 9781537075334
Publisher: CreateSpace Publishing
Publication date: 08/15/2016
Pages: 84
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.17(d)

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" My visual orbs are purged from film, and, lo! Instead of Anster's turnip-bearing vales I see old fairy land's miraculous show ! Her trees of tinsel kissed by freakish gales, Her Ouphs that, cloaked in leaf-gold, skim the breeze, And fairies, swarming " Tennant's Anster Fair chapter{Section 4t 'Tis the middle watch of a summer's night The earth is dark, but the heavens are bright; Naught is seen in the vault on high But the moon, and the stars, and the cloudless sky, And the flood which rolls its milky hue, A river of light on the welkin blue. The moon looks down on old Cronest, She mellows the shades, on his shaggy breast, And seems his huge grey form to throw In a silver cone on the wave below; His sides are broken by spots of shade, By the walnut bough and the cedar made, And through their clustering branches Glimmers and dies the fire-fly's spark Like starry twinkles that momently break, Through the rifts of the gathering tem pest's rack. The stars are on the moving stream, And fling, as its ripples gently flow, A burnished length of wavy beam In an eel-like, spiral line below; The winds are whist, and the owl is still, The bat in the shelvy rock is hid. And naught is heard on the lonely hill But the cricket's chirp, and the answer shrill Of the gauze-winged katy-did; And the plaint of the wailing whip-poor- will, Who moans unseen, and ceaseless sings, Ever a note of wail and woe, Till morning spreads her rosy wings, And earth and sky in her glances glow. 'Tis the hour of fairy ban and spell; The wood-tick has kept the minutes well; He has counted them all with click and stroke Deep in the heart of the mountain oak, And he has awaken'ed the sentry elve Who sleeps with him inthe haunt...

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